“Yes, well, I don’t want to get soft.”
“Your boobs do look firm. Nice and ripe. Brett says they’re real.”
“You don’t agree with that assessment?”
“Might need to touch them to be sure.”
I snort. “Dream on.”
“What’s so interesting, Shane? Erika?” the teacher, Mr. Cunningham, asks.
“I wouldn’t say interesting as horny,” Shane says.
The class erupts into laughter.
“You need to keep your hormones under control during my class,” the teacher says dryly.
“Hormones are a part of life, though,” I argue. “You can’t just turn them on and off with a switch. When something turns you on, you’re horny.”
“Erika, this is highly inappropriate—”
“I brought it up,” Shane says, “and we all know how much I enjoy things that are highly inappropriate. Say, what would happen if one day we didn’t have enough desks for the class?”
“We have more than enough desks,” Mr. Cunningham points out, waving her arm.
“Yes, but what if we didn’t?” Shane asks. “Can maybe Erika sit on my lap?”
“I don’t think so. Not with you and your raging hormones.”
Shane just winks at me.
What the hell? He can be such a flirt when he wants to, a real charmer. Gah. I can’t stand him or any of them.
* * *
As soon as school ends, I head toward the teachers’ office to find Mrs. Ice. A shadow blocks me, or rather the person making the shadow.
Tyler.
“Aren’t you going off to the job you stole out from under me?” he demands.
“Nothing I have ever done has been from beneath you,” I say hotly.
“I’m sure there’s plenty that you wish was beneath me,” he says, “but if you’re already slacking off on the job…”
“I’m not,” I snap. “Brett’s not going to fuck with me any, and neither are you.”
“No? You like to dance?” he asks, and he snakes an arm around my waist and moves a bit, trying to get me to dance. I’m sluggish, not wanting to play, and he grinds against me hard. “You like that, don’t you?”
“You think too highly of yourself,” I snap.
“Hmm. Sure I do.” He leans in close and seems to smell me. So weird.
And yet, not so weird. He’s close enough that I can smell him, and he smells damn good.
Fuck. I hate him. He’s trying to steal my job out from under me. Er, to steal my job away.
“I need to go,” I murmur.
He doesn't really let go of me, so I have to rub against him and his hardened cock to get away. Maybe he had gone to the bathroom to jerk off. Had he thought of me? Fuck! Why would I want him to? But I almost do. Maybe Tyler can't quit me because he wants me.
But Andrea says I should just fuck Brett so he can get me out of his system. Would that be so simple? But I don't want Brett, although that kiss, and when he flashed me… I had been aroused, maybe. I don't know. It's all so fucked up that I don't know my way up or down.
There are a ton of teachers’ offices, and I finally find Mrs. Ice’s. She’s on the phone, and she motions for me to take a seat.
Fuck. Why do I suddenly have a very bad feeling about all of this?